Our rather extended Christmas started yesterday. It was due to span just two days, but lack of transport in London and overpriced Christmas day taxis sent that idea down the pan. We had to get TB back from V&C's so we settled on Sunday for our first Christmas.

In a moment of sheer greatness, I put all of TB's present in hiding, aside from a watch and a nightlight.

Our Christmas fun started with Y being incredibly late, and not going to be able to bring her food pre-prepared as planned. Then, on arrival in our car park/dungeon, grandmother fell and gashed her head open. At first it looked like it'd stopped bleeding nicely (no thanks to my lack of a first aid kit (tut tut, I know) and V's constant bashing of the supposedly forming clot in an attempt to clean it) so we carried out. Days ago TB had already found a few of his presents (suspicion is that he was led to find them by V) and he wanted to show them off. But, as Y arrived, it seemed that a trip to hospital to get Grandmother's gash checked out was necessary.

So C (driver) and I (GPS system) bundled grandmother into the car and headed off to St George's. Considering it was two days before Christmas, A&E was surprisingly empty and Grandmother was checked out fairly quickly - stitches were needed. The nurses were checking people amazingly quickly, but it seemed that nobody was actually making it as far as getting treated. We waited for almost three hours for Grandmother to get treated, and then another hour for the stitches. We finally made it home at just after 12. And still had dinner to eat.

We all had a lovely haul of presents. TB's mainly consisted of remote controlled vehicles: a helicopter; amphibious tank; a monster truck that jumps; a funny whirry thing with a horrible rotor that has tried to remove digits from three of us already. I happily received a blender and a new pair of trainers from my boys. Yuri was happy with his new bag and more t-shirts.

All of us, TB included, finally fell into bed at about 2:30. Unfortunately, TB woke at a not so respectable 9:30 this morning, and is happily playing with his new toys, some of which are in his 'secret' box (the box from my trainers). Now, just over an hour later, I've pretty much joined the land of the living. Shame no-one else in the house has!